|May 2002||Louisiana HSTA Newsletter||Bob Chappuis, Editor|
It's already hot. Stacie and I had to get some Joe Rocket Phoenix mesh jackets in preparation for the summer riding season. I saw Tony Crowell's last month and decided it would be a good investment. I can't bring myself to wear my hot leather jacket during the summer and the perforated/vented leather jackets are pricey. The JR Phoenix is made of a coarse mesh and flow a lot of air yet seems quite durable. It also comes with plenty of armor. We are also getting the bikes geared up for STAR next month: tires, luggage, communicators - we are ready to GO!.
New Orleans Area Assistant Director Bud Logan headed out on a ride to the Colorado Rockies this month and thus was unable to schedule a local ride. However, some Baton Rouge area members got together on Sunday the 26th for a lunch ride to Natchez, MS. Mark Galyean, riding his VFR, put together an interesting route and led us on a meandering path through West Feliciana and Southwest Mississippi. A small group met at our place near St. Francisville, which makes for a good staging area for forays into some good motorcycle country. I have included a screen capture of our track as recorded by my Garmin GPS.Our group included Mark's friend Lynne, Tony Crowell on his Blackbird, Bill Ellis on his VFR, Stacie on her Ninja and myself, also on a VFR. The weather was quite comfortable and traffic was light. The roads were about as twisty as they get in Louisiana and some were very narrow and bordered closely by deep woods on either side. For navigating some of these little known roads you should bring either a GPS or Lynne, who as a veteran competitive cyclist knows these roads like the back of her hand and pointed the way for our leader on several occasions.We turned left onto Sage Hill Rd just a few hundred yards from home, then another left onto Jones Vaughn Creek Rd briefly to a right onto Hwy 421.
East of Spillman we turned left onto 967 also known as Jackson-Woodville Rd, then left on a narrow paved track (yep, not on the map and I can't remember the name) that took us to Laurel Hill. We crossed Hwy 61 and rode through the Lake Rosemound area on Sligo Rd to Irondale Rd which took us to Hwy 66 not far from the turnoff for 968 or the Pond-Woodville Rd. We wound our way past the Pond Store and Clark Creek Natural Area. Next time we will have to stop and check out the store which is a very old landmark and is said to be a very interesting visit with a museum and food and drinks for refreshment. The Clark Creek Natural Area is a favorite of local hikers and bird watchers and boasts several waterfalls, one 30 ft high. Our group however was building up an appetite so we made our way to Woodville via the Pond-Woodville road for a gas stop and then on to Natchez and lunch. The special at the Magnolia Grill was grilled shrimp and mushrooms over cheese grits. It looked awesome but Stacie and I decided to stick to our usual Sam Burger. Bill, Mark and Lynne however said it was delicious and Tony had high praises for his blackened catfish.
After lunch we hung out a while in the rather scenic parking lot and took some photos. We then saddled up and headed East through Downtown Natchez and onto hwy 84 toward Roxie for an alternate route back to Woodville via 33 and 563. Hwy 563 lives up well to some of the other 500 series Mississippi roads that our club is all too familiar with.
These lunch rides are fun and do not necessarily take up your whole day for those with limited time. If you would like to get together with your fellow HSTA members but ride location is too distant for you to participate I encourage you to organize your own. I am at your service to spread the word via email, web site and newsletter, just be sure to give me adequate notice.
Here is some info from the June Executive Committee teleconference: 446 have pre-registered for STAR. (At least 6 of those are LA members) Everything is good to go!Need to sell more dinner cruise tickets, have around 200 and would like around 250. RKA has firmed up their donation of a set of bags for the VFR (raffle bike) if the winner is present. Sue will do a poster in the registration area acknowledging members from 10, 15, and 20 years.
Here is a listing of REGIONAL NON AMA SANCTIONED EVENTS These are open to all members. Check and see if there is one within your riding range.
The following was borrowed from the Florida HSTA web site with kind permission of the author
and FL Newsletter editor/Webmaster and State Co-Director, Bill Royal
By: William Robinson
Those of us who spend a good bit of time mounted upon a motorcycle are quite familiar with "the wave." You pass a fellow rider on a Honda, and he gives you the wave of kinship. You pass a fellow rider on a Harley, and he either ignores you or flips you the single digit salute. Standard operating procedure.
Okay, maybe I'm being a bit hard on cruiser types. Some of them actually do wave, even when I'm on my Cagiva Gran Canyon. I always assume they've been riding for all of two weeks, and they'll soon learn better. Still, I wave at just about everyone, from scooter trash to the three people in America who actually bought Hendersons. I figure we're all in this together.
Recently, however, I've discovered what I'm calling "the second wave". It's the wave you give to cage pilots, pedestrians and others littered along the roadside. Why, you ask, would a motorcyclist stoop to wave at those who aren't us? Well, as it turns out, there are lots of good reasons.
I wave at the grandma who could have made a left turn in front of me, but didn't. Likewise the guy shearing the weeds along the county road who might have swerved his multi-bladed DOT tractor onto the roadway to mulch me, just for the hell of it.
I wave at the county mountie who could have busted me for a half dozen reasons, had he not been so focused on his recently acquired Twinkie. And I always give a great big All-American wave to anyone who will let me into traffic. They must be bikers, at least at heart.
Above all, I like to wave at kids. An eight year old boy once waved at me just outside of Micanopy, and when I waved back he leaped into the air, as if he had just learned that his school had burned to the ground. You can't buy feelings like that. Kids are us a few decades ago. When we ride, all the mortgages, high cholesterol, ex-wives, really bad career decisions and gravity afflicted body parts don't seem to matter. We're kids again, waving at our pals. And to them we're heroes, fast and daring, if just for the day.
We do ourselves a favor when we wave at the world. Lord knows, there are enough people out there who wish we would just go away. We need all the friends we can get, both on the road and in the Legislature. If we want the world to be motorcycle friendly, we've got to make the first move.
Anyone who doesn't get a wave? Personally, I never, ever wave at pretty young girls. My wife is usually riding nearby me on her 140 hp missile, and I really don't want to risk pissing her off. Even when she's not around, I'm not prepared for the humiliation of waving and only getting that "isn't that Lisa's dad?" look in return.
And one more bit of advice. Never start waving at bikers on your way to Daytona Bike Week. I hear one guy started and couldn't stop until his rotator cuff was in shreds. It could happen...
Otherwise, wave on. Let them know we're here and we plan to stay. Long may we wave!
Well, need to wrap this up and get it out there. KEEP IN TOUCH! firstname.lastname@example.org and my telephone number is (225)635-3171 home (225)281-0799 Cell. and Ride Safe,